stickerbomb disobedience

and now, let me share the exchanges i liked from the film adaptation i did not like much because sorcerer alan moore says so and because the intensity of the original version is many times more intense than-- hey, i am not here to rave about the comics and rant about its film adaptation but to share stickers that may be used as bombs and to reminisce that scene and thank imdb for their quotes page:

pagtae sa publikong kubeta

malayang sinalin ang bukas na liham mula sa thought catalog. kasi, stressed. marami rin akong bahaging hindi na isinalin. kasi, stressed. mas solid ang alaala ng karanasan pag sa ganitong wika. ata. osiya. tae lang nang tae. kahit kras mo, idol mo, tumatae, punyeta. may pelikula, pinakitang tumatae si god

Bukas na liham sa taong tumatae nang tahimik sa pampublikong kubetang katabi (patae-taeng alin ni Tilde Acuña ng liham ni Julia Reinstein)

screencaps links joys of the day: google and anons

happy 14th birthday google. i'm feeling lucky.

happy hacking anonymous: news. here's the hacked list:
(1) http://www.bsp.gov.ph/ (2) http://mwss.gov.ph/
(3) http://amchamphilippines.com/ (4) http://www.papt.org.ph/default.aspx
(5) http://www.r3denr.com/ (6) http://www.smokefree.doh.gov.ph/
(7) http://idea.org.ph/ good mornings are made of these. sighs.

shameless pagmulat plug

i think they published three of my poems. go get a copy. karMa kolektib is a uplb-based student organization. i think this is their first zine since i left and graduated and wandered elsewhere and so on. apir jesa and jona and karMa residents. contact them, stalk them, haunt them and get a copy. lifted from their page:

"Mula sa kadiliman sa pagkakasara ng mga talukap,
magpupumilit manghimasok ang liwanag--marahan,
hanggang siyang pikit ang kusang magmumulat ng sariling mata.

PAGMULAT /Koleksyon ng mga tula mula sa Kartunista-Manunulat Kolektib /P20 /Para makakuha ng kopya, kontakin lang ang kahit na sinong kasapi ng KarMa Kolektib. (O pwede ring mag-iwan ng order sa Karma Komiks.)"

august's words + images

had the pleasure of writing four articles for the august issue of u.p. newsletter. SONA Total at mga Ambag na Naratibo. Lucero's fiction celebrated, 'La India' launched. "Hindi nagreretiro ang manunulat," -- JCR. Pause: Mahabang Saglit bago ang Misyon (Rebyu ng Elevator Action). find yourself a copy. or browse or download it here. also, u.p. forum arrived yesterday. download link or see digital copy here. had an article published. Beyond the Bark: Reexamining our Roots. btw, news about plants and benguet is up. had two artworks published. roots. bulul. here:

would link articles some day. that is all. and, visited elbi last sunday. grin.
*updated: 1525 09252012*

the week that was

on earth are hells and heavens. there are times when such are not places but people. glad to see a fair mix of both boths last week. hells heavens places people. tomorrow is another mix. bitter is boring. sweet is boring. bittersweet is the shit. today, the monster arrived. something that made my day. yes, it is a monster made of paper but, no, not the paper monster that sells contributors' copy, given the chance. i hate how i bear grudges. this bearing of grudges is something that shall make things interesting tomorrow. back to the monster: the monsters and the monstrous journal found its way after being lost. editor simon bacon has been accommodating and has never failed to communicate promptly, unlike that other monster. however, thanks to nature's attempt at making things balanced, things remain fvcked up. i returned to our olde house and the books i left months ago remained fvcked. the nameless habagat motherfvcker (that wrought havoc and delayed oceania) damaged my books as well and i knew about it after about a week or two. among the casualties i treasure most and i remember are two bertolt brechts, a wole soyinka, an august strindberg. i have brought home clean ones, those that i could bring and stack since i don't have a shelf yet. i shall revive brecht, soyinka, strindberg and the others come semestral break. and learn the art of necromancy. and, hey u.p. pep squad. good job. u.p. fight! for education. wishful thinking. time's running out. until then. hello, whoever the fvck you are. see you in one or more of my four to five nightmares every day.

*edited this entry today, september 24. also, read RT's "Cheerdance competition: sports exemplar ng U.S. empire at neoliberalismo sa edukasyon" [here]*

Vietnam sa tatlong wika (Szymborska)

pagkatapos ng cut ang english at polish na bersyon. ang filipinong bersyon ay salin ng inyong lingkod mula sa naispatang ingles na bersyon. tula diumano ni Wislawa Szymborska, pero hindi ko malaman kung sinong ikecredit sa salin mula sa orihinal tungong ingles. ginugunita ngayon ang deklarasyon ng batas militar. may exhibit sa u.p. diliman at los baños. at maraming shit noong may martial law at ngayong may cybercrime law na sa esensya, e-martial law pero hindi nangangahulugang makakasapat ang e-struggle upang lansagin ito. k? k.

"Ale, ano'ng pangalan mo?" "Ewan ko."
"Ilang taon ka na? Saan ka nakatira?" "Ewan ko."
"Bakit ka naghukay ng lungga?" "Ewan ko."
"Gaano katagal ka nang nagtatago?" "Ewan ko."
"Bakit mo kinagat ang daliri ko?" "Ewan ko."
"Hindi mo ba alam na hindi ka namin sasaktan?" "Ewan ko."
"Kanino ka kampi?" "Ewan ko."
"Digmaan ito, kailangan mong pumili." "Ewan ko."
"May buhay pa ba sa sityo ninyo?" "Ewan ko."
"Mga anak mo ba'ng mga 'yan?" "Oo."

and so we fall on our knees

god, i have to have this album. i have been tripping on trip hop and funk and psychedelic and not/non/un-metal things, but this, this find is, is so timely. let me repent in penance and break whatever the trend the previous posts made and ask for this one thing. this is all i'll ever ask before this month ends, as gehenna complains, vermiis is half-full, or half-empty, depending on one's perspective, so, here, this i pray and 

and so i pray by listening to three full albums of doom:

HESA a.m., MIBF p.m.

yesterday, early in the morning, i happen to see that two of my attempts at poetry are up at HESA inprint: "((random) remarks)" and "Notes on the Flashing Yellow Light that Kept on Winking," the former being a villanelle, the latter being a prose poem and some time in the near future, shall hopefully be something else, and that something else is something i look forward to as i have a probable conspirator with that something else. what i find pleasant about HESA and most independent group of creatives, publishers, writers, so and so, that i worked with by means of mere submission is that they respond promptly and i find that human and i find it beautiful early in the morning as, with the latter piece, i emailed them about minor changes that needed to be made and they responded and they delivered and through them i sort of re-earned, at the very least, the trust i have lost in writing and art communities and in humanity, so sensitive of me, so exaggerated but yes. yes, i am driving at something as paper monster press calls for submissions at panitikan.com.ph [submit!] and had their call posted elsewhere, many elsewheres, promising things they previously failed to deliver as they do not actually reserve contributors' copies but instead have them sold [shame!], given the chance. chance! chances are,

we would really cross paths with people whom we share similar interests w. saw the ser dums, and other friends, old and new. at the 33rd MIBF yesterday, from early in the afternoon til early in the evening, i hunted for books, failed to find some, but so far, my haul was quite a catch. and, the cost quite a lot, pitted against what i-- anyway, nope, no enumeration of books, just booths, stalls. not sure if powerbooks and national bookstore had their powers merged, but it seems so. spent the most at nbs. spent the least at, guess what, ateneo press, but god, i shall save up for that prof chari book. i guess in terms of quantity, that was new day publishing, and maybe, breadth, "harvests" from ilocos, mindanao, cebu, etc. in terms of quality, of course the bias, and thus, i have the special mention of titles from the university of the philippines press (i think it also maintains panitikan.com.ph): rosario cruz-lucero's "feast and famine: stories of negros" and edel garcellano's "knife's edge: selected essays." both are newfound favorite (not just writers, but, i don't know, characters, maybe and, as they are) intellectuals. both have books i shall have soon. the former's "ang bayan sa labas ng maynila" and the latter's "vanishing history & other poems," though poems in this collection are accessible online.

too much time spent. things left undone. blog entry too long. ending with "Notes..." after this p.s. that i saw a poetry collection of billy corgan that i did not purchase because i did not have the money for it yet as i have the money for the the things i have purchased and, you know, we have to allocate resources during these critical times when basic needs need to be sacrificed for vices such as books, so, here, a prose poem:

Mga Bulawang Bundok (Rozewicz )

burador palagi. tumagay ng berso. sa panahon ng lumbay. sa sandali ng panghihinayang na sana ay ganito at sana ay ganoon. andami kong shit. ipagpatawad. buntonghininga. paglilinaw: hindi pa ako veinteseis.

Mga Bulawang Bundok
malayang salin ni Tilde Acuña ng salin ni 
Wlodek Fenrych ng tula ni Taduesz Rozewicz 
sa himig ng mga pangitain ni Franz Sedlacek

Isang Tinig (Rozewicz)

burador palagi.

Isang Tinig
malayang salin ni Tilde Acuña ng salin ni 
Czeslaw Milosz ng tula ni Tadeusz Rozewicz
sa himig ng mga pangitain ni Zdzislaw Beksinski

factsheet artvocacy++

martial law commemoration draws near. to young Filipinos who never knew martial law and dictatorship, they may opt to read up.* today, cronies take seemingly other yet similar shapes. vencer crisostomo asks what malacañang's fave desert is. he answers: maka-puno. as human rights violations take seemingly other yet similar shapes until today, we raise our fists. through different forms. among these forms? art. after the cut are posters and invites lifted from the ARTvocacy page. below this paragraph is my entry to the factsheet #6 visual arts exhibit in UPLB. title: "Nang Mag-agaw-dilim ang mga Kabataang Mangangaso sa Majayjay;" medium: print on tarpaulin (?); fact sheet: extrajudicial and frustrated killing. there shall be a Rights screening. not sure if "Pissed Off," my collaborative work w mikel, is included. but, go, attack, watch, participate, in any way, in one or all of the activities.

himagsik + protesta

[lahat ng naririto ay kinuha mula sa pahina ng KARAPATAN]

"Isang memorabilia exhibit ng mga bagay na may kinalaman sa panahon ng Batas Militar na pagmamay-ari ng isang dating aktibista noong Martial Law, isang personalidad o icon, o replika ng naturang gamit. Kaakibat ng bawat piyesa ay artikulo/sanaysay o likhang sining tungkol sa memorabilia item o sa taong itinatampok na gawa ng ang isang bagong henerasyong aktibista o kabataan.
Magbubukas ang exhibit sa ika-14 ng Setyembre, 2012 (Biyernes) ng alas-4:00 ng hapon sa Basement lobby ng UP Diliman Main Library. Iniimbitahan po ang lahat na dumalo at gunitain ang protesta at himagsik noong Martial Law at muling sariwain ang mga buhay at sakripisyo, mga aral, kabiguan at tagumpay ng kilusan ng mamamayan na humubog sa kasaysayan ng bansa.
TULOY ANG LABAN! NEVER AGAIN TO MARTIAL LAW!"

tower-lighting for three september elevens

911 marks the dictator makoy's birth, the death of allende, and of course, the most recent, just, uhm, 11 years ago, the w.t.c. towers. thus, i draw a tower from a tarot deck, for celebrating the fall of one of the third world's hitlers during his very birthday (1917) [more info]; for condemning the imperialist-backed coup spearheaded by pinochet that ended the leadership of, if i am not mistaken, the (only?) marxist president democratically-elected in a socialist state (1973) [more info]; and for remembering the two towers that sent innocent people to their deaths because of the machinations of warmongering imperialists and corporations that require a lot of dollars for the two towers to be remembered (2001) [more info]. p.s: 2100 update: interaksyon.com lists births [read more]. happy 35th, LFS!

Mga Anak ng Ating Panahon

tulad ng unang nabanggit, parang gusto kong isalin nang isalin si szymborska hanggang lahat ng piyesa niya ay maisafilipino (o tagalog, okay), bagamat may ilan na rin, tiyak, na gumagawa na nito. sa ngayon, hindi naman malaking isyu ang pagsasalin tulad ng nangyayari sa mga obrang pampanitikang kalebel ng mga akda ni dostoyevsky. sa mga ganyang antas, nagkakaroon na ng "translation wars." nakapagbahagi ng insight si ser D. hindi naman kasi talaga maiiwasang sumingit ang biases at sensibilities ng tagasalin. minsan tuloy naiisip ko, kung paano kaya kung may sablay na salin halimbawa sa mga sinulat halimbawa nina lenin, o ni mao zedong na death anniversary kahapon na ginawan ng comics ng kung sinuman na binahagi sa akin ni ser R ang link;

at nakakita rin ako sa aking feed ng link (si mam J ata ang nag-post) sa isang piyesa tungkol sa isang rebolusyonaryong binibining dating jing-jing lang sa kanyang kaibigan at ngayo'y pangalan na ng isang gerilyang yunit, isang command sa katunayan, ng bagong hukbong bayan. naririyan ang larawan niya sa ibaba, at kasunod nito (matapos ang cut) ay ang salin ng inyong lingkod ng tula ni szymborska na alay sa isang tinitingalang aktibistang kakaluwal lamang ng isang anak. ayaw ko siyang pangalanan kahit hindi naman itinatago ang kanyang pagkakaroon ng sanggol, at bahala na ang sinumang makababasa nito kung papaano aangkinin ang tula at ilalapat sa kanyang karanasan. tulad ng anumang tekstong isinalin, ang tama at maling interpretasyon, marahil, e masusukat sa kasalukuyang pangangailangan ng mambabasa. andami kong shit.

[larawan mula sa bantayog.org]

Mga Anak ng Ating Panahon
malayang salin ni Tilde Acuña ng salin ni
Joanna Trzeciak ng tula ni Wislawa Szymborska

belated, feminist mother mary

i am supposed to cram a part of one of the three projects i shall be working on and here i am drawing a portrait of some sort. if memory serves me right, the last portrait of some sort that i sketched was some sort of chileana. belated, to the saint or holy mother virgin of some sort that the feminist punks sort of offered a prayer or something that got them into a little trouble of some two years of imprisonment for hooliganism or some kinda crime that some authority of some country labeled as crime. but, hey, again, belated, virgin mother of christ.

blaked: urizen: anniv

as mentioned yesterday, it has exactly been a year. and it has been more than half a decade since karMa kolektib's birth, and light, or dark rays, or whatever seems to be shining recently (after the cut is the poster with the details for their crash course on character design that shall be held at UPLB come september 10, with prof. emmanuel dumlao in the morning and resident karMa members in the afternoon; poster design by jesapearl tamayo; layout by jobaliw yang). glad to exchange messages with the old ones. and, it has been months since i have tried weaving an image. i have been asked to draw for a publication. a sort of pressure that, well, causes pleasure on my end. whatever that means. but, really, being productive makes one feel, i don't know, nice. so, here, i present

a feeling of being created (and maybe, of being a creator? i don't know). there. after william blake's "Book of Urizen - the creation of Urizen in material form by Los," way back 1794. that is all. i thank you. glad to "translate" an image this time.

Karaniwang Buhay (Zagajewski)

si szymborska dapat ang isasalin ko dahil adbans kong niregaluhan ang sarili sa unang taon ng pagiging kawani. ng ano? ng kuleksyon niya ng mga tula, yung "Here," at first time ko atang bumili ng librong ganoong kanipis tas ganoong kamahal, so bourgeois pero ewan ko, mahal ko si szymborska at iba pang taga-poland dahil karaniwang kaunti ang patinig sa kanilang pangalan (o si wislawa lang yun at si czeslaw). ang likhang sining nga pala ay kay beksinski. that is all. i thank you, source ng artwork ni zdzislaw, i thank you cosmos nakatagpo ako ng

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Karaniwang Buhay
malayang salin ni Tilde Acuña ng salin ni 
Clare Cavanagh ng tula ni Adam Zagajewski

Pag-aagaw-dilim sa Taglamig

higit isang linggo na nang binili ko ang A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology na tinipon at pinamatnugutan ni Czeslaw Milosz. nilimbag ito ng Harcourt. binili ko ito sa National Bookstore. hindi ito kabilang sa kanilang sale. atat akong magbasa ng mga tula kaya pinatos ko na rin. sa kasamaang palad, dalawang pahina nito ang blangko. wala akong oras para idaan ito sa Cubao. at, maari kong isaglet doon bukas dahil dulot ng katangahang walang kinalaman sa mga pinagsasabi ko rito, may kailangan akong puntahan sa nasabing erya.

nag-iisa lamang ang nasabing aklat nang matiyempuhan ko at duda akong may stock, kaya iniisip ko kung papalitan ko pa ba o o ibabalik o hahanapin ko na lamang ang nawawalang mga tula. nakita ko naman mga ito sa internet. ang isa sa dalawa ay isinalin ko sa ibaba. Dusk in Winter ni W.S. Merwin. ang isa ay ang Odysseus to Telemachus ni Joseph Brodsky. naispatan ko rin sa cyberspace. Hindi ko pa napasadahan nang buo ang antolohiya. sana nama'y wala nang nawawalang piyesa. mula sa panlilinlang ng paper monster press, patungo rito. gandang simula ng setyembre. kulang nang kulang nang kulang